For, the advantages which fashion values, are plants which thrive in very confined localities, in a few streets, namely. Out of th...is precinct, they go for nothing; are of no use in the farm, in the forest, in the market, in war, in the nuptial society, in the literary or scientific circle, at sea, in friendship, in the heaven of thought or virtue.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is something in the breast of almost every man, which at bottom takes offense at the attentions of any other man offered to ...a woman, the hope of whose nuptial love he himself may have discarded. Fain would a man selfishly appropriate all the hearts which have ever in any way confessed themselves his.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves,... Where other groves and other streams along With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the bless'd kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No one need go into alleys to hunt up wretchedness; they can find it in perfection among the rich and fashionable of every land an...d nation. Oh! if tesselated hearths and satin tapestries could speak, what tales of agony they might tell! If the marble statues that adorn the riches of lordly mansions could open their mouths, how would they outrival all poetry and romance in the incidents they could proclaim! and could the nuptial couch, with its silken hangings, unfold its memories, could we bear to listen to its disclosures?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O! let me clip ye In arms as sound as when I wooed, in heart... As merry as when our nuptial day was done And tapers burnt to bedward!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tomorrow let loveless, let lover tomorrow make love; O spring, singing spring, spring of the world renew!... In spring lovers consent and the birds marry When the grove receives in her hair the nuptial dew.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And to your more bewitching, see the proud, Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,... Tempting the two too modest; can Ye see it brustle like a swan, And you be cold To meet it when it woos and seems to fold The arms to hug you? Throw, throw Yourselves into the mighty overflow Of that white pride, and drown The night with you in floods of down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
See where she comes, and smell how all the street, Breathes vineyards and pomegranates: oh, how sweet!... As a fired altar is each stone, Perspiring pounded cinnamon. The phoenix-nest, Built up of odours, burneth in her breast. Who therein would not consume His soul to ash-heaps in that rich perfume,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »